I'm Somebody Else right now.

Jesus, how does a week goes by without an entry from me?

Blame the move and my lack of internet access at home. And the two days spent in Cleveland last week. And the recent robbery. And the even more recent convention. And my time spent with the Orangutans. Combine them all together and you can see why I've felt like I'm living someone else's life right now. Something entirely foreign to my own life.

And it creeps out in weird ways. I sleep on a futon now, even though a perfectly good bed is loaded (albeit undressed) in my own bedroom. I play Morrowwind obsessively. There's no tv to watch. I unpack at a lackadaisical pace. I call people all the time on my cell, just to reconnect with my old life.

Yesterday, I bought a shower liner.

The day before that, I bought nails and lightbulbs. I need more lightbulbs. I'll probably get them this weekend.

Tomorrow, I need to buy new knobs for the shower. The old ones are literally falling off.

I left an odd assortment of things back at my old apartment. A kitchen full of food, all of my shampoo and toiletries (I'm using my travel toiletries and Joe's shampoo). I left all of my CDs behind (which sucks, being as the computer is currently unhooked up), because I left the computer desk behind, as well.

Which reminds me, eventually, I'll need a long extension cord, another box fan and some Christmas lights. I'll wait until December to buy the lights.

I ordered a pizza on Sunday night, starving and grocery-less. And I've been eating it cold, since I left the microwave back at the old apartment, too.

I sit quietly on the trains to and from work, because the ipod has lost it's charge and it's sitting in my coat pocket, back at the old apartment anyways. No Howard Stern for me.

I have no satellite service. I read DEADWOOD episode recaps on Television Without Pity. I know CRAZY shit happened last week. But I haven't seen it, for myself.

I have superheroes in City of Heroes who are wondering where the Hell I've been. They're ITCHING to fight crime again.

Today, I wandered around in a bookstore, desperate for a good book to hide in, while I transition between lives. A nice, vivid, thick fiction to get lost in. Of course, I didn't find anything that interested me. I found an old copy of last weeks Reader in an otherwise empty paper dispenser and I read that on my quiet lunch break.

But all of these irregularities to my normally, very ordered life are all temporary. This was a good move. I gain more real estate, a good friend for a roommate and a considerably lower rent. Maggie gets windows and sunlight again. And space to stretch out in. And a buddy to have around the house, when I'm away. All of these long term pleasures gained in exchange for temporary inconvenience.

Temporary Discorporation.
Odd Sleep Habits.
Strange Dreams.
Irregular Sex Cycles.

If you see me zoning out a lot these days, this is why. I'm Somebody Else, for the next few weeks. I am working on relearning how to be myself, again.

Cheers,
Mr. B